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Monday, May 27, 2013

UTP



Being in UTP was honestly a great experience. I loved the surroundings, I loved the IRC and I loved the mosque. I met a group of people who made my moments there fun. Wifi everywhere, LAN in my room, clean toilets, it's honestly an environment where I would love to stay at. Except the fact that it's located in a forest and I had no car. 

Being in there, I felt as if I had no connection to the outside world. Even with the internet. If there was a war going on, I wouldn't know. Or it may have just been me. I might have disconnected myself. I didn't keep track of the days or even the dates. This one time, a friend of mine went "Asma, UTP's in Malaysia." because I didn't realise that it was already Friday. I went to the MAS activities, went back to my hostel, showered, slept, woke up, to the surau, MAS activities again and it just kept on repeating and repeating. I went along with everything. 

However, what I realised was that every single day, my friends' parents would call them and they'd chat and chat and I'm there... texting my parents. And I didn't text any of my bestfriends and the longer I stayed, the more my dislike towards UTP grew. Not because of the place, but because of the fact that I felt so disconnected. I missed my family, I missed my friends, I missed home... and my computer.

And then came this one time when I found out that I have cocu during the weekends, I gave up. I wanted to leave. I didn't want to study in UTP anymore. I freed my schedule on Friday so I could atleast go home and there, they had to put my cocu during the weekends. At that moment, I really couldn't see myself doing my foundation or my degree there. And so I stopped getting excited. I started disliking the place. SRN activities and my mates were the only thing that kept me going.

And then I found out that I got MARA's loan for a twinning program. Alhamdulillah. You wouldn't believe how happy I was. At least, if I take MARA's offer, there's something to look forward to in the future so I decided to leave UTP for that. And that was when the excitement of being in UTP came back. Part of me didn't want to leave. I started liking the place again. I had my friends who I didn't want to part with. There were seniors who were nice and supportive. There were people who I fancied. There were clubs that I wanted to join. I was attached. 

Thursday, May 9, 2013

My BM teacher.

I was going through my old blogs. It's nice to reminisce sometimes and I came across a blog post. Don't judge my grammar because I used to not reread my posts to see if I made any mistakes.


Because of her, I enjoy my Malay lessons. Because of her, I speak more Malay. Because of her, I understand more Malay now. Because of her, I look forward to going to school. Because of her, I look forward of getting my mistakes pointed out. Because of her, I enjoy standing up to answer questions. Because of her, I know how much a teacher should care for their students. Because of her, my Malay isn't that bad any more. Because of her, I learnt how to appreciate a teacher. Because of her, my ideas pop up in Malay. Because of her, I have learnt many guides to life. Because of her, I know what type of husband to search for. Because of her, when I go out, I can laugh at a sign that says ''Kedai Menjahit Pakaian Perempuan''. Because of her, I have tried dancing Kuda Kepang. Because of her, I got the change to jump in mud to catch fishes. Because of her, I stayed at Dorani Homestay. Because of her, I got to sit in the bus with my friends. Because of her, I learnt so many new things. And finally, because of her, I have a Kamus Dewan under my table.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

KVD: Johor

It was last week, last Saturday. Woke up pretty late, since we slept after Subuh and got ready to go to Johor. Stopped at rest areas every hour (haha!) and headed to Kolej Vokasional Kluang. Arrived at around 1 o'clock or was it 11? I really couldn't remember. Met everyone there. KVP's teachers were really nice. They accepted my help with an open heart and didn't find me annoying eventhough I'm not the person they wanted at first. Met Balqis and Bie, I honestly couldn't remember the others. 

After they won the 2nd round, we did some discussion about the finals and then went to Rail Hotel to shower and pray. Didn't shower though. Peace to the out. Brought an 'assignment' back to the hotel too. The teachers belanja-ed us bread for lunch and McD for dinner. It was good. Went back to the school and Iman and Balqis were checking this one guy out. HAHAHA. It's because he's cute. Stayed there until 12 something I think. Asking questions just to answer it myself was what happened throughout the night. 

The kids, they will stay as kids. I gave one of them an extra point (in points) and she didn't put it in her script. She's a debater and she has a whole SCRIPT. I can't even explain. The next day in the morning, the kids came late saying that they woke up late because they slept late. What kind of crappy excuse is that? I slept bloody late and I was still able to wake up early. Had to add the point that wasn't in the script that morning. 

Going into the hall, I was confident with the points but bloody hell, the speakers weren't even sure with their own point. Saddened me like mad. The government's points could have gone down with just the elaboration from ours'. One of the speakers from the government was a laugh though. A day before, I heard her debate and she was like "Someone someone sed, it's betteuh teuh tuhrai, than naut teuh tuhrai at aul." Not dissing just saying because after the debate, I asked her where she used to live and she was able to answer without the annoying accent. London apparently. Thank God I didn't live in London, imagine how annoying it would be for everybody. 

Balqis said that she wondered how I was able to speak Malay the way I speak Malay. BM A okay, markah lisan tinggi juga. *flips hair* And one of the speakers asked me why I say 'and' weirdly. Who is the one pronouncing 'and' as 'end', now? Tsk. 

Loads of praises to the teachers and the third speaker. Their teachers were working harder than they were and the third speaker had to cover up the other speakers' mistakes. It was a good experience and it was nice seeing how supportive their teachers were.